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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.