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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.