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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Can,
Wire,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.