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 Georgia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.