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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Q65,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.