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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.