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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.