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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.