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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.