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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.