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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.