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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.