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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Monks,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.