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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.