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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.