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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.