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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.