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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.