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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.