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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.