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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.