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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.