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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.