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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Neu!,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Brick,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.