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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Lyres,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.