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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.