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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.