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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.