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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Technova,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.