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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.