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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.