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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Organ,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.