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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.