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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.