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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
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.