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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.