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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.