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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.