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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Magma,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Swans,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.