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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.