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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.