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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.