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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.