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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.