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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.