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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Techniques,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.