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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.