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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.