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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.