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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.