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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.