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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.