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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.