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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Ronan,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.