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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.