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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.