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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.