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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
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.