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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Whodini,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.