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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.