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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.