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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.