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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.