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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.