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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.