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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.