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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.