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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
cv313,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.