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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.