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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.