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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.