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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.