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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.