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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.