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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.