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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Pylon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.