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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.