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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.