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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.