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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.