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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Crime,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.