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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.