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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.