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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.