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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
ABC,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.