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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.