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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.