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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.