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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.