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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.