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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Gong,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.