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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.