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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Suicide,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.