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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.