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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.