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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
X-101,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.