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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Association,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.