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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.