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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
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.