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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.