Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Brick,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.