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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.