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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.