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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Sound,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.