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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.