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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.