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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.