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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
X-101,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.