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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.