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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
MDC,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.