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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.