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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.