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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.