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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.