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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.