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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.