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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.