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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.