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 Gambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.