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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.