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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Scion,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.