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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.