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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.