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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.