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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Eric Copeland 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
UT,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.