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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.