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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 snare 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.