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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.