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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
PIL,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.