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 Russia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.