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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.