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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 808 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.