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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Franke to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.