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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.