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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.