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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.