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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Faust,
The Busters,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.