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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.