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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.