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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.