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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.