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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.