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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
June Days,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.