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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Television,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
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.