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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Visage,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.