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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Organ,
Section 25,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.