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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.