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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Nico,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.