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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Technova,
Smog,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.