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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.