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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
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.