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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.