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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.