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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Visage,
Surgeon,
UT,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.