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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.