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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.