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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.