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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.