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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.