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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.