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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.