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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
the Association,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.