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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Shoche,
JFA,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Japan,
Index,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.