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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Can,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.