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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.