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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.