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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.