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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.