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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.