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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Nas,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.