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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.