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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.