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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.