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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.