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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.