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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.