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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.