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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.