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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
10cc,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.