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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.