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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.