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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.