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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.