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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.