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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Model 500,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.