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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.