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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Smog,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
X-101,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.