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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.