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 Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.