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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.