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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.