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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.