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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.