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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.