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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.