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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Franke 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.