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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.