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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Pole,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.