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 China 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
June Days,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
PIL,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.