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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.