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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.