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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.