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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.