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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.