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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.