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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.