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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.