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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 New Christs to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.