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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.