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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.