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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Television,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.