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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
the Normal,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.