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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.