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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.