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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.