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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
cv313,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.