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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.