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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.