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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.