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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.