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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.