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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Junior Murvin 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.