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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.