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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.