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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Japan to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.