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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
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.