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 Costa Rica 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Nico,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.