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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.