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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.