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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.