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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.