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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.