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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.