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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.