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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.