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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.