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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.