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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
The Slits,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.