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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.