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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.