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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.