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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Franke,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.