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 Grenada 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
the Association,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.