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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.