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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.