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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Germs to the electroclash 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.