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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.