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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.