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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
the Association,
Franke,
the Slits,
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.