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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.