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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
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.