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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.