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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.