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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.