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 Bahrain 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.