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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.