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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Nas,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.