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 China and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.