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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Main Source,
AZ,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.