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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.