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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.