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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.