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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.