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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crime to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.