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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Gories 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Magma,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Skarface,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.