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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.