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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
10cc,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.