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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Japan,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.