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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.