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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
ABC,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.