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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.