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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Sparks,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.