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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.