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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.