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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Ultravox,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.