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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Faust,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.