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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.