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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Malaria!,
PIL,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.