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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.