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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.