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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.