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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall 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?
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.