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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.