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 Thailand and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Index,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.