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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.