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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.