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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.