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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.