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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Suicide,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.