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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.