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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Japan,
Model 500,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.