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 Tonga and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.