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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
cv313,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.