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 Brazil 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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.