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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.