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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.