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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.