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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.