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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Magma,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Scion,
Yellowson,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.