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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.