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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
the Association,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.