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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.