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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.