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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.