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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.