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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.