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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.