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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Pole,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.