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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.