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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.