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 Algeria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.