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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.