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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.