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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.