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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.