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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.