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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.