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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.