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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.