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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.