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 Bolivia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Faust,
MDC,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.