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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.