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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.