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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.