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 China and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
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.