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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.