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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.