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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.