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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Toasters to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.