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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.