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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.