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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
MDC,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.