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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.