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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Television,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.