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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.