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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.