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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Television,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.