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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.