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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Can,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Index,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.