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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.