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 Kiribati 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.