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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.