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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Franke,
Lalann,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
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.