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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The Names,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.