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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.