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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
PIL,
the Normal,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.