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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
PIL,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.