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 London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
ABC,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.