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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.