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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.