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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.