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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
CMW,
JFA,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Index,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.