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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.