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 Colombia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.