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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Swans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.