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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.