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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.