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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.