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 Poland 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.