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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
UT,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.