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 Sudan and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.