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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.