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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.