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 Croatia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.