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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe 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 Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
ABC,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.