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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.