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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.