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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.