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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Franke,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.