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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.