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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.