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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.