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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.