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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.