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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Echospace,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.