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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.