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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.