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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.