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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Magma to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Shoche,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.