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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.