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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.