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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.