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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.