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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.