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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.