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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.