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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.