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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.