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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.