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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.