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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.