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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Monks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.