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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.