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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.