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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.