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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.