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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.