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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.