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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.