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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Ronan,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.