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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.