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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.