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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.