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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Can,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.