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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Can,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.