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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Brick,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.