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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.