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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Index,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.