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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.