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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.