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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.