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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
June of 44,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.