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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.