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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.