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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.