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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.