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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.