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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.