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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.