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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.