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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.