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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.