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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.