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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.