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 India and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.