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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.