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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Motions,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
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.