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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.