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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
X-101,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.