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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.