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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.