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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.