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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.