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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.