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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.