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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.