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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.