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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.