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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.