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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.