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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.