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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.