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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Nico,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.