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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Index,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.