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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.