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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.