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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.