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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.