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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.