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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.