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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.