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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.