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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Can,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.