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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.