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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.