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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.