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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.