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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
DNA,
UT,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.