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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Monks 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
UT,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.