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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.