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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.