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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.