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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.