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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.