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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band 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 funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.