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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.