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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.