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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Make Up,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.