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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.