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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.