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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.