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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.