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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.