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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.