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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 June of 44 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.