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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.