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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.