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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.