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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.