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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.