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 Lesotho 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Can,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.