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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.