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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.