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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.