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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.