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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
MDC,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.