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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.