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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Franke,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.