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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.