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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Wings,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.