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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Index,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.