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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.