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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.