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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.