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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.