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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.