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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.