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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
JFA,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Mars,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.