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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Roxette,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.