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 Montenegro 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.