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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Skarface to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Television,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.