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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.