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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
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.