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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.