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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.