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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.