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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.