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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.