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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.