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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.