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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.