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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
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.